Tomorrow’s Promises
A word mistake
There was a gunshot
Blood for blood
The cry of the knife
The battle cries
Sea and air
Vibrating
The continents
are covered in blood
Slipped in the blood field
Falling Shadows
Music of skulls
accompanied by torsos
Those who tearfully search
for their relatives on mud mattresses
Winds catching
the smell of death
A mass exodus of those
who have lost everything
Those who started the war
A peace treaty was signed
Not even able to cry
Not knowing what was going on
Without leaving the shock of the gunfire
Tomorrow’s Promises
Our little children…..
